Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Skarface,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.